Oh, For Example Minha??? I Think It Means My. And Also Família Which Is Family Xdddd It’s Pretty Obv

What I think of you? Well, I think that you are an amazing person and a fantastic friend.

Also, your writing absolutely slaps!

ouwmm, thanks Bee 🥺😔 I’m happy to call you my friend! as I’ve said before

I love you! *mwah* you’re my favourite Tegan stan, and you’d still be my favourite if I knew a hundred other ones

I- I meant it for my latest writing, are you guys okay??

Get ready guys, something horrible’s coming your way

LET'S GET THE PARTY STARTED

happy new year! ✨

2024 is over, but not my (hopefully not temporary) motivation for writing! my plans for the beginning of the year:

finish Dykecember. even though December ended, I really liked this challenge and I have an idea for most of the prompts, so I want to finish it, no matter how much time it takes. as it's a different month now, I don't think I'll care about the numbering of the days that much - I'll go with what I like, and eventually all 31 will be done

complete the old requests. I have some "leftover" requests from before my break (yes, from years ago.... I'm ashamed of myself). I wanted to do Dykecember as a way of practice to get back into writing, so that the requested pieces won't be half-assed, but these will be next

go on with my original ideas. believe or not, but I actually still have ideas for original fics as well, and I plan on developing these too!

+ if I get any requests in the meantime, I will write that too of course (though I don't really expect that to happen considering that I completely lost my old audience - which is not a surprise since I disappeared for more than 2 years)

I also started developing my own interactive fiction game.... it's just a lil' passion project for now, but maybe when it's a 100% finished and I feel confident enough with it, I'll share it too :)

I’m sorry for not posting any writings these days 😔 I have way too many drafts and ideas that I can’t finish

but! I realised that I have only done a “living with the HSL boys” headcanon, so be ready for a UL / LL LI version soon! (tho I’ll leave out Castiel and Nathaniel ofc)

headcanon prompts - masterlist

that Lysander-request was the last I got based on this prompt list, so I thought I’d write together a masterlist just for these headcanons. (this is not my whole masterlist, you can check that out here)

Eldarya

Ezarel:

soft spot / weakness; pregnancy / birth; favourite types of kissing; domestic life

Lance:

crying; what turns him on

cuddling

first date; awkward moment

first kiss; bathing

first time; pregnancy / birth

injured; domestic life

soft spot / weakness; touching NSFW

touching; favourite type of kissing

Leiftan:

cuddling; kissing; touching

Nevra:

crying; bathing / showering; soft spot / weakness

cuddling; training; touching

fighting; undressing; what turns him on

first kiss; first time

injured; pregnancy / birth; domestic life

kissing; favourite types of kisses

My Candy Love

Armin:

sleeping; pregnancy / birth

Castiel:

crying; sleeping

cuddling; kissing; touching; what turns him on

pregnancy / birth; domestic life

Lysander:

awkward moment; pregnancy / birth

Nathaniel:

injured; first time

soft spot / weakness

Rayan:

cuddling; bathing / showering; first time

a valiant effort at making Nath lockscreens for his birthday

Hello! If it's alright, could I please request Ezarel for headcanons 13, 14, 16, and 19?

I'm so sorry, I know more about even Lance than Ezarel, so these are most likely pretty weak. also, "domestic life" is a bit more like "being a father", I hope you don't mind

13. soft spot / weakness

"the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach" this is 100% Ezarel. there are times when bribing him with sweets doesn't work, but it's not often

his other, not that obvious weakness is Guardian. he likes to act like he doesn't care about her that much, not being openly jealous or affectionate with her, but deep inside he'd do anything for her

14. pregnancy / birth

given how he's a member of the Absynthe Guard, I think Ezarel is the least clueless when it comes to pregnancy. this is also helpful because he knows what to do in certain situations

when Guardian breaks the news to him, he'd still start to research a bit more on the theme. can her mixed lineage change something in her pregnancy? and the even more mixing with Ezarel being an elf? he makes sure to find answers to questions like these

he can be a bit grumpy when Guardian wakes him up very late to bring her something, but he's generally really helpful

16. favourite types of kissing

Ezarel likes to keep it simple with kisses. mainly on the lips or cheeks, sometimes Guardian's stomach when they are alone and he's feeling playful I'm sorry but this is all, I'm dumb

19. domestic life

despite his cheerful appearance, Ezarel can feel down sometimes. he prefers to dive into his work at these occasions, so it's usually Guardian who asks him to sit down and talk through things

when he's feeling better, expect lots of jokes and pranks though. after his child is born, I can picture him getting up to mischief with them as well, sometimes even "mommy" accompanies them

he's really protective of his family. his child can do literally nothing wrong. Guardian explains to Ezarel after some time that this approach isn't healthy so he takes back a bit, but he will remain being more permissive than Guardian

day 1 - moving out (Candy x unspecified LI)

Words: 443

TW: the story happens after Candy's husband (I didn't specify who) passes away. there aren't any mentions about how he died; but still read with caution if this subject can upset you

Candy's P. O. V.

"Ma'am, are we free to go, is everything set now?"

I didn't pay attention to the question, still standing in the doorway, sweeping the empty room with my eyes. It was hard to take in the view: my brain filled in the void with the rugs, furnitures, pictures, newspaper on the table, the TV....

"....ma'am?"

I turned towards the young man in front of me; he was working for a professional decluttering company, the very one I called to help me get rid of some of my belongings. My heart ached to let go of certain things, but I couldn't possibly take everything with me to my new flat. The only real love in my life left my side, and I couldn't bear to live alone in the same house that was once filled with his laughter and voice.

I hoped that the organiser would impute me not hearing him to my old age, and nodded. "Yes, everything is on the truck, you can go. Thank you for your help."

He curtly said goodbye, then left, taking his favourite armchair, his desk, his-

The thought of raining on a day like this being cliché flashed through my mind, when I realised that it was my own tear that wetted my face. I thought that I had got over it by now; isn't grief supposed to last for only a few months? That's what all of my friends told me, at least. That it will be better, that I will eventually forget about him, that life will overgrow the pain...

When will it dull?

I walked back to my own car. There was nothing else I could do, the whole house is empty besides few things that the owners-to-be liked and bought. My accidental prediction became true after all; when it was already dark - so dark that the world outside my car's light seemed non-existent - I noticed some drops on the wind-shield. One, two, five, and many, many more. They imitated my tears that started falling once again, and I had to pull over to calm down. There were two images in my mind, never disappearing: one showed the house the way it once was, full of life when the grandchildren visited, being a safe heaven for them; and one showed its present state, the walls ripped from the family photos covering them, the wooden floor naked without the carpets warming them, the dark rooms with all the light taken away from there.

An image of life, and an image of death. A painful reminder of the past, and the truthfully cold present.

And I couldn't decide which one hurt more to see.

"The grief does not go away. It doesn’t go away, life just grows around lit. First, there is nothing but loss. All the time. It breaks up body and soul sharply, without mercy. You have to go crazy, you have to perish in pain. We feel like there's no more. With such an absence, such a large void, it is no longer possible to live. Then life goes on. Time goes on stubbornly. Suddenly the moment will come — it will only become clear later — when it no longer hurts without stopping. Breathing spaces start to take place in the flow of torment that was thought unstoppable. Minutes when you can pay attention to something else. Little islands. Then there will be more and more of these. Suddenly we find that the morning, the boundary between dream and wakefulness is no longer broken by the icy realization that they are no more. Then, sometimes we can smile when we think, "Hm, I remember how funny it was when....!" Memories no longer bring pain, but gratitude that they were here. Over time, there will be new joy, there will be new momentum. There will be plans and new desires. There will be peace and forgiveness, but grief will not diminish, it will not decrease. Life grows around it."

30 day angst writing challenge

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